Aroma by Jasen Sousa

Aroma

Have plans with my man, 

nothing specific, we are

going to just hang out and kick it.

He sends me a text 

from an unknown, unfamiliar number,

telling me that he can’t make it.

Become angry, thoughts 

speed through my head

like a disabled train

at rush hour.

He must be up to his old tricks,

out to get a fix,

texting me licking his lips.

I send back

an angry response

in angry fonts.

He texts me back,

he wants to see me real bad,

but he has been in and out of shelters

lately, and hasn’t been able to shower

for weeks.

“Even my name wreaks.”

And for a moment

I remember his name.

First Published

in

Somewhere Lost

Copyright © 2011 by Jasen Sousa

Copyright © All Rights Reserved by J-Rock Publishing

Library of Congress

Cataloging in Publication Data

ISBN  978-0-9714926-7-7